My love, I do not have you any more,

The man I knew did not come back from war,

I am your foe your love has turned to hate,

Yes, it is true; this is my dreaded fate.

How can I live without you trusting me?

You are the stranger that you choose to be,

You think I do not understand your inner pain,

But what you give lives in your selfish claim.

I waited long, I wrote to you each day,

I prayed each hour that you were away,

I loved, and loved you til my heart did ache,

But now I know it was all a sad mistake.

Goodbye, my love; I leave you with your pain,

For you know not mine, and that is but a shame.

Ó14 April 04 Colin F Jones